Foraminis [RP]

[absols]

Name: Cassandra "Cassie" Cole; Needles
Location: Her apartment, Lower-East Side Manhattan
Affected RPers: N/A

Cassandra huffed as she turned her desk chair away from the screen of her laptop, the Demon's Run video paused in the Facebook window. The attack yesterday was troubling, many of the vigilante that frequented forums made their own posts, further denouncing Demon's Run and expressing the wishes that fear would not take the minds of the public as it certainly would. Cassie sighed as she spun her chair to face the glowing screen of her laptop once again, flicking to another tab on which was a popular Foram forum. Her own post about the Christmas Day attack was still in her drafts, she wasn't a well known vigilante in any way, but she couldn't just leave the matter as it was.

Her hands hovered over the keyboard again as she contemplated what she should say. Then, her keystrokes deliberate and assured she typed her own post about the attack. She expressed her distaste for the attack and her assurances that her vigilante alter-ego would continue her activities, trying to promote a positive image of Foram. Needles would be out tonight again, trying her best to keep the peace.

After posting the statement, she pulled her keys toward herself with a tugging gesture, as though she were pulling on an invisible string. Her room was littered with fabric and unfinished accessories, pieces of metal here and there, waiting to be attached to fabric and made into cosplay.

Needles' costume is kept in the hidden trap door under her closet. The mask laying on top of the carefully folded garments. She had sewn them herself, and hidden them there to keep herself from arousing any suspicion.

Her keys flying into her hands with a jingle, Cassandra walked out of her room after grabbing a hoodie, her wave of brown her unrestrained. “Nana I'm going out for today!” She called as she rounded the corner of the door frame and headed toward the front door of their apartment.

“Alright dear, be careful. Try not to get involved with anything today. It's rather troubling, those Demon's Run.” Her grandmother said as she moved around the kitchen. Her wizened voice showing her worry.

“I know Nanna. I'll be careful.” Cassie smiled reassuringly at her grandma, the gears working in her head as she walked out the door of their apartment and into the stairwell leading to the ground floor. Today would be hard, she would have to try to scout areas for Needles to patrol that evening. All Cassie had ever wanted was to help people, as a vigilante she could.

But first, Cassandra needed her caffeine.